More songs by Sean Paul
Description
Audio Recording Engineer: Jeremy Harding
Mixing Engineer: Jimmy Douglass
Producer: Rohan Fuller
Lead Vocals: Sean Paul
Mastering Engineer: Tom Coyne
Writer: Adrian Marshall
Writer: Rohan Fuller
Writer: Sean Paul
Lyrics and translation
Original
Di gyaldem Schillaci
Chanderpaul
Suh mi give it to, suh mi give it to
Suh mi give it to, to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty
Baby girl, all my girls, all my girls
Chanderpaul seh
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Mek I see di gyal dem bruk out pon di floor
From you don't want no worthless performer (oh-oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, mek I see your hand dem up on ya (oh-oh)
Can't tan pon it long, nah eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green banana (oh-oh)
But down in Jamaica, we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well, woman, the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Bumper exposed and gyal you got your chest out
But you no wasters, cah gal ya impress out (oh-oh)
And if you diss out a me, you fi test out
Cah I got the remedy to make you de-stress out (oh-oh)
Mi haffi flaunt it becah mi God bless out
And girl, if you want it, you haffi confess out (oh-oh)
I no lie, weh we need set speed, haffi test the mattress out
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Gyal, don't say me crazy now
This strange love it ah no Brigitte and Flavor show (oh-oh)
Time fi we make baby now, so stop gwaan like you a get shady, yo (oh-oh)
Woman, don't play me now, 'cause ah no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo
My lovin' is the way to go, my lovin' is the way to go
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
When you roll with a player like me, with a brudda like me, gyal there is no other (oh-oh)
No need to talk it right here, just park it right here, keep it undercover (oh-oh)
'Cah mi love how you fit inna ya blouse and yuh fat inna ya jeans and mi wan discover (oh-oh)
Everyting 'bout you, baby girl, can you hear when me utter?
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Mek I see di gyal dem bruk out pon di floor
From you don't want no worthless performer (oh-oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, mek I see your hand dem up on ya (oh-oh)
Can't tan pon it long, nah eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica, we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
Oh-oh
English translation
Di gyaldem Schillaci
Chanderpaul
Suh mi give it to, suh mi give it to
Suh mi give it to, to all girls
Five million and forty naughty shorty
Baby girl, all my girls, all my girls
Chanderpaul seh
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Mek I see di gyal dem bruk out pon di floor
From you don't want no worthless performer (oh-oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, mek I see your hand dem up on ya (oh-oh)
Can't tan pon it long, nah eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green banana (oh-oh)
But down in Jamaica, we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well, woman, the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Bumper exposed and gyal you got your chest out
But you no wasters, cah gal ya impress out (oh-oh)
And if you diss out a me, you fi test out
Cah I got the remedy to make you de-stress out (oh-oh)
Mi haffi flaunt it becah mi God bless out
And girl, if you want it, you haffi confess out (oh-oh)
I no lie, weh we need set speed, haffi test the mattress out
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Gyal, don't say me crazy now
This strange love it ah no Brigitte and Flavor show (oh-oh)
Time fi we make baby now, so stop gwaan like you a get shady, yo (oh-oh)
Woman, don't play me now, 'cause ah no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo
My lovin' is the way to go, my lovin' is the way to go
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
When you roll with a player like me, with a brudda like me, gyal there is no other (oh-oh)
No need to talk it right here, just park it right here, keep it undercover (oh-oh)
'Cah mi love how you fit inna ya blouse and yuh fat inna ya jeans and mi wan discover (oh-oh)
Everyting 'bout you, baby girl, can you hear when me utter?
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
Mek I see di gyal dem bruk out pon di floor
From you don't want no worthless performer (oh-oh)
From you don't want no man weh can't turn you on
Gyal, mek I see your hand dem up on ya (oh-oh)
Can't tan pon it long, nah eat no yam, no steam fish, nor no green banana
But down in Jamaica, we give it to you hot like a sauna
Well, woman the way the time cold, I wanna be keepin' you warm
I got the right temperature fi shelter you from the storm
Oh Lord, gyal, I got the right tactics to turn you on
And, girl, I wanna be the papa, you can be the mom, oh-oh
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